My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed atallthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so badit's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to paymy head just feels in painI missed the bus and there'll be hell todayI'm late for work againand even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the dayand then you call me and it's not so badit's not so bad